As a result, originally the biggest winning magic weapon, to Ling Chuxi's hands, but became chicken ribs. In the face of too low strength of the opponent can not use, in the face of too high strength of the opponent dare not use.
If those who have been practicing all their lives but can't cultivate martial arts, their hearts are hard to make progress, and they can only watch others' long saliva in the field of martial arts know that Ling Chuxi regards the field of martial arts as a chicken's rib. They really don't know what to think, but there is no way. For Ling Chuxi, this is the fact.
"In fact, it's not chicken ribs. When you get to the master's realm, you'll know how powerful it is." When Ling Chuxi is entangled in the soul breaking technique of sword heart, the sound of sword spirit suddenly comes from his mind.
"Sword spirit, you wake up!" Ling Chuxi was very surprised.
When she was in jing'anyuan, she tried to wake up the sword spirit more than once, but she couldn't succeed. Once she returned to the holy land of zongmen and tried again, she still did not respond. If she could not feel the subtle connection from the sword God Guchi, she doubted whether the sword spirit had lost her soul in the shocking war.
Hearing the sound of Jianling again, Ling Chuxi felt a little warm and happy to meet again after a long separation.
"Well, I finally came to my senses. Some days ago, I seemed to be under some kind of pressure, so I couldn't wake up." The figure of the sword spirit slowly emerged in front of Ling Chuxi and looked at Ling Chuxi kindly.
"Suppression?" Ling Chuxi realized that, as an independent space, jing'anyuan had unique aura and taboos. It was for this reason that Jianling could not wake up.
"Some time ago, I went to a space named jing'anyuan." Ling Chuxi explained.
"Jinganyuan..." The sword spirit frowned and pondered. It seemed that he thought of something, but his eyes showed a confused color.
"Have you heard of jinganyuan?" Ling Chuxi asked.
"I seem to have heard of it, but I don't seem to have." Jianling shook his head and said not sure.
"Jianling, what's wrong with you?" Ling Chuxi asked strangely. She obviously felt that Jianling was different from before.
In the past, the Cangyuan sword spirit, or Wei'an or hegemonic, always gives people a feeling of being far away. Although with the integration of several Cangyuan's residual ideas, it is more and more human, not just the spirit in the sword. Even so, Ling Chuxi still has a sense of distance that is hard to touch. But today's sword spirit gives people such a close feeling, if not for the reason For the illusion of spirit, Ling Chuxi even mistakenly thought that he was a living elder standing in front of him.
"I don't know. Since I met Jianwei last time, I have more content in my memory." Said Jianling.
"More in memory?" Ling Chuxi looks at the sword in surprise.
"Yes, the sword master of Cangyuan cast the sword spirit with his divine sense, and then the sword body was broken, and the residual meaning was divided into seven scattered parts of the mainland. I thought that I was the spiritual core of the seven residual ideas, but until I met the sword power this time, I knew that the memory of the seven residual meanings was incomplete, and I was no exception. It was not until I met Jianwei that my memory began to wake up, but these memories were not complete, but countless pieces Jianling nodded and said.
If you change someone else, I'm afraid it's hard to understand the memory awakening and memory fragments mentioned by Jianling, but Ling Chuxi personally experienced the memory fusion after crossing, but he felt the same.
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